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But here’s the kicker—makes me mad, too. These girls, they ain’t all livin’ large. Most are broke, strung out, or runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me of Eli in the movie, that line: “I don’t kill people.” Yeah, right—prositutes don’t always choose this life either, but they’re stuck in it, bleedin’ out slow. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s glamorous—it ain’t. Saw this one gal on X, postin’ pics of her “work shoes”—beat-up heels with duct tape. Laughed my ass off, then felt bad. Dark humor, ya feel me?

But there's one place they can feel safe. Beth Abbit reports.

A false arrest for patronizing a prostitute wrecked the life of a Manhasset restaurateur whose wife divorced him after publicity about the "Flush the Johns".

So, buddy, pack light, bring your wits, and prepare for a weird, thrilling ride in Manhasset. The streets speak in riddles, parks whisper secrets, and even the rivers murmur out “fuck it, let’s live!” I'll be here, ranting, raving, and occasionally wondering, “What the hell is it all about?” in true Larry David fashion. Enjoy, alright? Messy, honest, and a bit off the cuff—just how life’s meant to be.

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